"Not the Lab Fairy, I'm afraid, but I enjoy exploratory medicine a good deal and have to handle very volatile substances on a day to day basis in diagnostics. I assure you it's as advanced as I can make it with the current day's technology. Which is, I might add, a good deal more advanced than I would have been able to sustain it as if I were back in my own time."
Hannibal didn't know how much, if anything, this woman knew about her current city. He felt that she was about to learn much, though. He spoke to her as he removed safety items from the cabinets and drawers in the room. He also readied a needle and some vials, opting for the butterfly setup for ease.
"Here it's 2012. Where I come from, when I left, it was 1951. Don't worry, though, I have been here several years and have been able to adapt and learn the new techniques and technology that surrounds me. You're in the City now. I'm sure you're aware that you aren't home. This place is an amalgam of many universes, and many times." Having donned the mask, gloves and other things that he would need to keep himself safe from her virus, Hannibal went for the saliva sample first, it being the easiest.
"It's difficult to believe, and you're likely to think that I'm insane and shouldn't be treating anybody medically, but I invite you to have a gander out that window and tell me what it is that you see."
He drew Maggie's blood quickly and easily, taking two vials to assure he'd have enough to run the tests that he needed.
"This is a thing that you have lived with then? Most of your life? Is it not degenerative, then?"
The virus piqued an extreme curiosity in Hannibal, and he couldn't help himself. He thought about the things he might do with it, and much of it was in line with what he'd done with the monkey.